| From: | K in the Shadows <Ereskanti@***.COM> |
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| Subject: | PBEM (Epitaphs and Crossings [cont.]) (VERY LONG) |
| Date: | Wed, 16 Sep 1998 03:16:24 EDT |
Something in the eyes seems to smile even, and it's hand comes upwards in an
arc, a wave.
Goodbye? Thank You? Until Later???
The Temple around her and Binder fades in a rapidly building flare of
luminescence, leaving white spots in their souls, giving them a light from
somewhere *else*.
-=-=-=-=-
Passion and Goose suddenly shudder, Passion seems to falter as she sees the
onrushing wave of darkness, of shadow, from all points of the horizon.
Closing in on their reality.
They turn, somehow, impossibly so, they see atop another highrise to the south
of them. Falcon has seen it as well. His hand still shining light a small
star, waving at the two of them.
Farewell to them both.
Or maybe, just maybe...
Until Later...
For whatever reason, the two will feel the deeper part of their lives rise up
inside of them.
-=-=-=-=-=-
Within the Temple above them, above the City, shimmering fractals of light
begin their final cascade of energy. The fragments of the Disc are caught
hole-form by the returning waters of the Pool. And within those waters, forms
transcend the reality.
Upon the Mesa itself, where Taliesin's form still rests, lost in some inner
reality, a shining form moves beside it. The magician looks upwards, into the
eyes of the one thing he called out to the most in the last.
An Angel that he Loves.....one with a smile that could light up the
heavens....
He takes her hand, and some part of their Universe seems to engulf them
completely, encompassing them in their newfound understanding. His newfound
mortality. Her newfound eternity....
-=-=-=-=-
The top of the Temple seems to explode then, a final onrush of energy
engulfing the region.
The encroaching shadow descends upon the World.
People beneath the Temple look one last time upon their final partners, those
that were nearest to them when it mattered.
One Another in the Dance
Passion feels the wave. She knows she is going home finally.
Goose feels the wind capture his back, and uplift his spirit and body to other
places. Places not yet known.
-=-=-=-=-
Rendar and Aleza step into the passage that is the Eternity and then beyond
it. Their bare feet are resting in black sand. The *waters* that open up
before them are vast, immeasurable, fractalating. Black rocks, like fresh
basalt dot their shoreline, which has fades into the eternal horizon. An elf
steps from the very air, brilliantly lit eyes, shining gold hair. Over his
shoulder seems to float an orb that could blind the sun. As he approaches the
arrivals to this, the other side of the Crossing, he smiles.
(Brendious the Elf) "Ah yes, I was told I would be expecting others soon."
He reaches out with one hand towards Aleza, her returns his smile, and Rendar
can feel that elf's radiance at this distance, a soul let free unto something
beyond the reach of the Finite. But the elf turns to Rendar, his smile
comforting in some distant manner.
(Brendious the Elf) "You, you have that one to follow" and he gestures to the
black sand at the edge of the waters ... wherein a trail of footprints, bare
feet, human, lead off into the distance. Yet they weren't there a moment
earlier....
But when the Ork turns towards Aleza, he sees the two of them fade into the
Orb's brilliance.
(Brendious the Elf) "You found sacrifice in yourself Rendar, and that is not
to be forgotten. Not now, not ever. When the individual is gracious, the
Universe is sometimes gracious in return. Good Luck Rendar ... May the Grace
of God be with you ... "
And they are gone leaving the Ork with one choice, an obvious one that does
not feel wrong. If anything, it feels more right than anything...
-=-=-=-=-
GM : For the effects that follow in Tenochtitlan on the outside of the Temple,
combine the "V'ger" sequence in Star Trek: the Motion Picture (Merging), the
effect reaching outwards from the Temple's highest level, down the stairs of
the pyramid itself, catching everything in it's wake. Literally lighting the
skies up in all directions. As it rushes along any living thing, it absorbs
it somehow, sharing a sense of transcendance with it, and then continuing to
rush outwards.
Passion will suddenly find herself on the deck of the Idaho. The Massive
Aircarrier somewhere in the Atlantic. Open blue skies above her, billowy
clouds dotting the view. Several planes in the skies around her. The sense
of *Duncan* beneath her feet, and holding her close.
She'll turn to find Jason gazing upon her. His eyes brimming with tears,
pointing out at the sky. A long jet maneuvers alongside the aircarrier, VTOL
engines roaring, it touches down on the deck near them. The ork coming close
to his wife, putting his arms around her, so closely, at to never let her go.
The jet puts down, Passion being engulfed by what she feels.
Jack's plane goes to low power, the side panel slide's down, and what looks
like a Gargoyle steps out of the plane. But as it moves out, it makes room
for something else. Someone else.
Donnie.
He'll take the hand of the metaliplast gargoyle, and continue to walk forward.
When they are right before the couple, the gargoyle, "Drider" will stand
upright, it's wings settling into position, locking into place. The head of
the gargoyle seems to hiss then, and then splits open down the middle. The
chest continues the action, and the whole of the thing opens up. It has been
so long since Passion had seen the effect, it is almost like watching a black
rose open in her mind.
But the hands of the small boy that reach out to her from inside, climbing out
and reaching for something *they* all need deeply.
(Jason Spurrier) "He said he would come home if you did."
-=-=-=-=-
Not far form the Idaho's postion, the "Atlanta Carrier" and it's support group
have broken off from the fighting they were in with the Toltec and journeyed
into the waters of the Caribbean. On it's deck, a massive roaring of engines
is heard and an Aztlan Jaguar-XT HLAV arrives escorted by an entire squadron
of CAS Interceptor Fighter Jets.
Once it is secured on deck, as it powers down it's main engine drive, a lone
man in a dark suit steps out to the panzer and it's crew, which is just now
departing. Most of them the man simply nods to, perhaps shakes the hand of
the boy in a pink "My parents went to Aztlan..." t-shirt. But it's the two
women that step out of the tank that intrigues the man the most. It is to
them he smiles. It is to them he even salutes loosely.
Gideon holds out her hand, in it's grasp the handle to the briefcase
containing the security logs of the XT and the command protocols of the
Autonav system.
(Gideon) "Senator Descayne I presume?"
(Bobby D) (as we know him here) "Yes, and thank you. Thank you very much. I
trust your flight was uneventful?"
(Barbie) "Only as eventful as would be expected Senator."
(Bobby D) "Of course. We have rooms awaiting you, secure rooms. You have
departing flights as were arranged leaving as you are ready."
The two female riggers seem to smile, both inwardly and outwardly. No double
crosses to be found here. No, this time they did it for the right people and
the right reasons.
-=-=-=-=-
"Johanna"???
The voice comes strangely to her. Snowowl's voice, though it sounds strange.
When the woman wakes up, she finds herself in her offices in CalFree. It's
quiet, so strangely quiet.
"Binder dropped you off yesterday. He said you'd probably sleep until next
year, but I couldn't wait any longer. I had to wake you up."
The young deckers' eyes show questions, more questions, and more exhaustion.
But the energy coming from the other is *just* catching enough...
(more in part two)
